Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)
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The elevator was filling with smoke.
Flames crawled closer.
My chest burned. My vision blurred.
And all I could feel... was him.
His arms wrapped around me, my back pressed to his bare chest as his shirt covered my mouth - his scent, his warmth, his heartbeat becoming the only thing keeping me grounded while the world tried to kill us.
"Breathe through this," he whispered, voice steady even as fire touched his shoes.
"I won't let anything happen to you. Not while I'm here."
And I believed him.
That was the problem.
***
He killed her dad.
He made her leave her job.
He destroyed her life.
Now he is after what's left.
What happens when the world's most renowned criminal and a terrorist Donnor James crosses path with an extraordinary LA based detective Callie not only fighting her broken past thanks to him, but fighting him?
When hatred feels like obsession...
When revenge feels like love...
And when choosing justice means breaking your own heart...
What do you pick?
Will she pull the trigger, or will the trigger pull her in?
Disclaimer - this is not your typical romance book, proceed with caution.
Average word count of each chapter - 1200-2600 words
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#47 - lovehate
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